Matt’s Mind Control Gem

"This is not funny." Lori assessed, bored gaze sharpening into a glare. "I have shit to do."

"I swear I'm not messing with you." Matt refuted, quickly snatching up her hand as her other reached the doorknob. She stopped for a moment, looking him up and down, searching his demeanor for obvious signs of deceit. He was notoriously terrible at lying. Yet the way he stared back at her seemed oddly... genuine.

"Get off me!" She snapped, flicking his hand away. She then turned to face him fully, crossing her arms so that they rested just below her breasts, unintentionally shoving them ever so slightly upward. She shut her eyes, sighing. "Fine." She relented, opening her eyes once more to glare directly into Matt's. "You have 30 seconds to prove the literal impossible."

Matt scoffed at her, offended that she thought so little of him. She was such a know-it-all, and always made sure that everyone else around her knew how little they knew in comparison. Especially him. He had learned to grow thicker skin. But she still managed to get on his nerves despite that.

He lifted his hand, the emerald gem clutched between his fingers flashing a shiny luster. "This... thing. Whatever it is..." He brought it down, staring at it like a precious treasure. "It's... it's..."

"Magic." Lori mocked, wiggling her fingers as she said it, before crossing her arms. "You already said that, idiot."

"You're one to talk, dumbass." Matt snapped in response. Lori scrunched her nose, scowl deepening at the crass language.

"With a vocabulary like that, I'd say your IQ is still in the double digits. Good to know."

"Whatever! Lori! You're missing the point!" He pointed a finger at the emerald. "I found this earlier today. And let me tell you, it does some spooky shit."

"Do tell. I'm on the edge of my seat."

Matt had initially intended more buildup for the reveal. But both Lori's patience, and his own, had grown thin. With a quick flick of the wrist, his gem-wielding hand tapped a finger against his forehead. "Mind control."

Lori stared back at him, expression just as indignantly unfazed as before. After a moment, she turned again. "You're time's up. Better luck next time, loser."

"Stop!" Matt shouted with grandeur. "I command it!"

Lori continued to reach for the doorknob. "Yeah. I'm sure you d-" All of a sudden, she felt her body tense up. Every last muscle strained and stretched, holding her in place like a statue. "W-!" Lori gasped. "What the HELL!?" She exclaimed, struggling to move, face straining as she wriggled under the magic's grip, but to no avail.

Matt chuckled, reveling in the exasperated look on his sister's face. He crossed his arms, grinning smugly. "Believe me now?"

"Let me the fuck go right now!" Lori snapped, shooting daggers into him.

"Nah. I think I'm gonna enjoy this. For one thing..." Matt began to ponder, eyes wandering over Lori's body. He had never really taken the time to appreciate the sight, both due to his closeness to her, as well her generally unattractive demeanor. But more pertinently, he noticed the oversized, grey t-shirt she donned. Though he never wore it anyway, the fact that Lori had decided to take it for herself without his permission sparked the eager flame in his head. "I want my shirt back."

"Whatever." Lori half-laughed. "It's ugly anyways."

"I don't care. You're not allowed to wear it anymore."

Lori merely scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Fine." She huffed. But she then felt a tingle running down from her shoulders, through the bones of her arms, directing her fingers down to the hem of the shirt. In an instant, her hands crossed over one another, revealing her taut belly as they lifted. Matt's eyes widened in shock at the act.

"Wh..." He stuttered, a slight blush beginning to heat his cheeks. "You're doing this NOW!?"

"I=!" Lori practically shrieked, panicking as her body began to expose itself in front of her brother all on its own. "I can't control myself!"

Realizing what had occurred, Matt's gaze flicked down to the gem. 'Takes things real literally, huh?' He thought. But his eyes were practically torn away from the stone as a pair of curvaceous breasts entered his periphery. His sister continued lifting her shirt, struggling and blushing all the way, as the fabric lifted over her chest, letting those two beautiful mounds bounce free. Even in the grey, bog-standard bra, they looked amazing. Matt had never realized how huge Lori's tits were. She always acted like such a mousy introvert, hidden under layers of baggy clothes. But hiding all this time was the perkiest pair of pillows he had ever laid eyes on.

As Lori's elbows lifted over her head, her shirt finally popped off. In that instant, she tossed it to the floor, arms shooting to cover her chest. She turned her body a little, face scalding with shame. But her embarrassment fused with anger, preventing her from fully avoiding the focus of her ire.

"You-" Her lips trembled with fury. "You're disgusting!"

"Y'know, normally I'd love to say the same to you." Matt returned with a devilish smirk. "But god DAMN." He couldn't help but stare, taking in her cute, blushing face, her curvy torso and cleavage, and the tiny gym shorts that served to accentuate her gorgeous thighs. Seeing her brother's sudden 'appreciation', Lori's own eyes widened in shock. Only to fall back down into angered glares.

"That's it! I am out of here!" She rushed for the door this time, flinging it open.

"Stop." Matt ordered, softly. Lori obeyed. Although every fiber of her being resented it, she ended her stride.

"Turn around." And so she did, teeth grinding against one another as she desperately held her tongue to not worsen her situation. With a mischievous look in his eye, Matt gave the order. "Go ahead and finish."

"What!?"

"You've already taken off your shirt. Go ahead and finish stripping for me."

"Like Hell I will!" She shouted, but just as before, her hands went to work without her permission. They raced behind her back, quickly undoing the straps of her bra. She grunted and groaned, shaking her torso back and forth to break free from the spell. But before she knew it, the fabric fell to the floor, letting her tits fall fully into Matt's view. His eyes bulged at the site, as did his member. Though with the very distracting twins now before him, he paid little notice. He ravenously looked over his sister's form, taking in the areolas, the nipples themselves, the way they seemed to stiffen with arousal. He chuckled.

"You!" His sister sputtered, somehow even more irate than before. "YOU FUCKING PERV!" Matt laughed even louder at this, nearly tearing up.

"I'm sorry." He lied. "It just feels really weird to be called a pervert by the girl stripping down in front of her brother." Almost as on command, Lori's hands shoved down her shorts, forcing her to bend over face to face with him. Her face burned with shame as she helplessly exposed herself, inches away from the mocking boy. The fear, the embarrassment, the fury. It all boiled inside of her, forming a concoction unlike any she had felt before. And with her brother's further mocking laugh, she finally boiled over.

"Besides." Matt continued. "I'm not doing this 'cause I wanna see your body. I'm doing this to humiliate you."

"No hard feelings, then." Lori remarked, smirking under her blush. Matt lifted an eyebrow, before keeling over from the sharp pain of Lori's knees crushing his balls. He fell to the floor, grunting in agony, as Lori lunged for the dropped gem. But her arms did little to help her, instead reaching behind to remove her last article of clothing: her panties. Face pressed against the stone, she quickly shouted. "Stop! Make it stop! I wanna stop!" But even as she cried, her body still moved without her, gripping the thin edges of her intimates.

Sitting up, Matt smirked again, even as the pain dwindled in his nethers. "Ha! doesn't work like that, dumbass! You can't mind control yourself!"

Lori grunted, furiously. "FINE THEN!" She shouted, sealing her brother's fate alongside hers. "Then YOU STRIP TOO!"

"WHAT!?" Matt shrieked, leaping to his feet. But just as had happened to his sister, his body took no time to betray him. His voice wavered as his hands lifted his shirt over his head, soon working on his jeans. "The FUCK Lori?"

"Aww, what's wrong?" She mocked, lying on her back. Even as she slid her panties down her legs, blushing in tandem, she still retained her air of superiority. "Can't handle a taste of your own medicine?"

Matt dropped his pants, legs stepping out of them without his consent. He now stood inches from Lori, who was now sitting upright before him. Though she had finally stripped fully naked, her crossed legs and arms hid a majority of her shame. And what was worse, her face was positioned right in front of his crotch! Lori looked up at him, grinning from ear to ear. "Go ahead, Matt. Drop those boxers." And with a wince of utter shame, he did. They fell to the floor, letting his cock flop free. Though he'd been disoriented from the sudden reversal of power, he still retained his semi-rection. And now stood bare naked with a pulsing dick inches from his sister's face. She smiled, looking it over. "Huh. Thought you'd be bigger."

Matt's hands shot for his crotch, covering what he could and turning away. Only then did he realize he was instead flashing his ass. But surely, this was the less shameful fate. The two panted, filled with adrenaline from the situation. They had both gotten far more than they had initially bargained for.

"Are you ready to apologize?" Lori inquired, totally lacking in sympathy for the instigator. Matt scrunched his nose, nearly as angry and ashamed as his sister. But without any real desire or plan, he quickly gave in. "Fine. Sorry. Whatever." He bent down, quickly, so as not to give Lori any more of a show than he already had, and retrieved his boxers from the floor. He held them to his crotch, desperately begging that the erection go down as he faced her. "Let's just..." his eyes darted in shame as he quickly lifted the emerald. "...never speak of this again." But as he tried to move away, Lori grabbed his wrist.

"Oh no!" She fumed, her free arm clutched against her chest. "You are NOT keeping that thing. Give it to me."

"No way!" Matt refused, pulling free from her grip. "Just 'cause this shit happened doesn't mean you get to have it."

"Well, YOU'RE clearly not responsible enough for it." Lori stood, one arm still rearing to snatch the gem. Noticing her brother's dumbfounded gaze traveling up and down her body, her other arm switched from her tits to her pussy several times, before settling between her legs. "Give it to me!" She roared, lunging for it. "NOW!"

"NO!" Matt again refused, holding his naked sister back at arm's length. They struggled for a few seconds, before Matt finally shoved her off him. "This thing is mine! End of story!"

"You little fucking..."

"Suck my dick, you bitch. If I cared about what you had to say, I would've..." Matt trailed off as he watched his sister's eyes fill with sudden horror. He took a step back, confused. "What?"

Lori shut her eyes, grinding her teeth again as fury flooded from her nostrils. "You fucking idiot." And with that, she leapt forward, tackling her brother to the ground. Dumbfounded, Matt sat up in a fit of confusion.

"What the fuck are you doing!?"

Lori simply continued to fume, hands forcing apart her brother's thighs, face inching ever closer to his throbbing cock.

"You just had to say it." She spat. Matt stared for a second, still not following. But as he recalled his thoughts from before, 'This thing takes things literally, huh?'. He realized his fatal mistake. His voice wavered as he stared down his body, his sister's furious face hovering over his dick. He could feel her hot, heavy breaths tickling the sensitive head. He shuddered.

"Lori..." He begged. But Lori could not have possibly refused. Her lips parted around him, engulfing his cock in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. Matt gasped as he felt her soft tongue slicking up his rod, her head going as deep as the base. His eyes then rolled back in his head, as Lori's own began bobbing up and down. "Oh fuck!" He grunted, squeezing his eyes tight. "Oh GOD!" Lori's mouth felt amazing. The way her tongue wrapped around his cock as it slid, the inside of her cheeks sucking like a vacuum.

It was Heavenly. But it had to stop. Matt had already been more than sufficiently excited. It wouldn't be long before he burst. And if that were to happen, God forbid, either he'd die of shame, or Lori would kill him herself.

Springing back up, he searched frantically for the emerald, desperate to break the spell as Lori practically sucked his balls out through a straw. He tore through the piles of clothes on the ground, tossing them aside as they each revealed nothing. The last item obscuring his vision was a pair of panties. But as he lifted them up, the sight of the cutesy lingerie only made his situation worse. Lori felt her brother throb in her mouth, twitching and throbbing with each and every sensual slurp. She had never done anything like this before. And she knew for a fact her virgin brother had never experienced the other end either. Which was why she was just as terrified as him that he wouldn't last much longer. As she felt a distinct, sticky nectar slide down her tongue, she began to whimper.

Matt fell back, the pleasure overriding every last nerve of his body. Lori's head began to bob faster. her fingers clutching his thighs in preparation for the coming explosion. Matt grunted sharply, feeling her sucking and slurping, her excess saliva dripping down his shaft, only to be suckled back up again when her head descended. This was it. He couldn't help it. In a matter of seconds, he was going to send a massive, hot, sticky load shooting down Lori's throat. He was going to cum in his sister's hot, wet mouth. And there was nothing he could do.

Or so he thought. In his final moments, as his orgasm raced toward the edge, he saw it. Just beside his head lay the gem, eagerly waiting for him. "That's it!" He panted, excitedly reaching for his salvation. His fingers reached it, wrapping around its shining edges, feeling the magic race through his fingertips.

But his momentum was too much, his clumsy reach shoving the emerald from his grip just as quickly as it had entered it, sending it flying to the other side of the room.

"Dmmhss!" Lori mumbled. But the vibrations from her hums were enough to send Matt over the edge. He exploded, cum shooting like a geyser down her throat. And like a good little mind slave, she gulped it all down. Through gags of disgust, she slurped her brother's cock clean, making him shake and shudder. Only when she swallowed the last drop did the magic give way, letting his cock pop free from her wet lips.

The two lay there, panting, bewildered.

Lori was the first to stand. Silently slipping back into her clothes as Matt just sat there in continuous disbelief. She then bent down, snatching up the gem. Matt flinched as she stomped past him, throwing open his door. She then paused at the last second. Still fuming, she gave him one last glare. His dopey gaze back at her only added to the fire. Her mouth opened, her fingers squeezing the gem tight with anger.

But she then stopped herself, shaking her head as she left. It took Matt a moment to realize what she was going to say, and why she had stopped.

'Go fuck yourself.'